"It will be," agreed von Giespert grimly. "We must see to that."
CHAPTER XXIII
Eureka!
"That young brother of yours has his head screwed on the right way, Beverley," observed Harborough in his blunt way, when he heard of the conversation that led to the nocturnal discovery of the treasure-ship. "Jolly good thing we brought him along. We might have been groping for the wreck for weeks."
"I suppose it is the Fusi Yama," said Bobby.
"Of course," declared Harborough emphatically. "The boat we fished up proves that." He glanced at his watch. "In another hour and a half we'll put a half-Nelson on the last remaining doubts."
It was just before the breakfast-hour on the morning following the eventful night. The crew of the Titania, in spite of a somewhat boisterous demonstration that lasted till the small hours of the morning, were up and ready to resume operations.
For the preliminary diving-work it was arranged that a descent should be made from one of the boats as before; then, the shoal water surrounding the wreck having been surveyed, a guide-rope could be paid out between the Fusi Yama and the beach, in accordance with Claverhouse's suggestion.
At seven and a half fathoms Swaine found himself on the poop of the submerged vessel. There was enough natural light at that depth to enable him to dispense with his electric lamp. Objects on her deck, which was fairly well preserved in spite of a lapse of five years, were readily discernable, but over the sides of the ship the water, thick with sand and mud, was as black as ink.